Miles - Acoustic

These yellow lines go on forever, you should treat your baby better

Got myself a real love letter, says she wants a man who

Buys her fine wines and paintings, she wants something kind and patient

Tells me nicely that I ain't it, then buys another round for

All her stuck up friends in Brooklyn, if I'm so fucked up why you lookin'

At all my songs and all my bookings, at the local jail

I got miles, miles, miles, miles

I've got miles

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

Until I'm finally home

You got miles, you got miles, you got miles

With me on your radio

All my habits ain't genetic, there's self forming don't you sweat it

I'll do my very best to quit it, then wake up in the lobby

Best western is where I call home, side table and telephone

That Holy Bible sits alone, guess I'll keep it company

Steal it when the morning comes, spend my whole life running from

All the things I could become, they call it potential

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

Until I'm finally home

They've got miles, they got miles, they got miles

With me on their radio

These yellow lines go on forever, the highway's just the moon but better

Truck stop food and rainy weather, always get me going

I've been drinking wine for breakfast, eggs and bacon make me restless

I'll be gone a long while, 'cause I've got miles

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

Until I'm finally home

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

I got miles all alone

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

I've got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles, I got miles

I got miles, I got miles